The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-04-07

mittee for the unyei ing ceremonies OF
the Gen. Albert Sydney Johnston Eques-
trian Statue, Under the auspices or the
Army OF the Tennessee LOUISIANA Dtvi-
April 6, 1887, twonty- fifth anniversary Of
the battle o. Shiloh and Of Gen. JOnn-
ston's death.
BY KATE BRowYLEE SHERWOOD.
/ hear again the tread of war go laundering
through the and,
And Puritan and Cavalier are clinching
neck and hand;
Round Shiloh Church the furious foes have
met to thrust and slay,
Where erst tho peaceful sons Of Christ were
wont to kueel and pray.
The wrestling of the ages shakes the hills of
Tennessee,
With all their echoing mounts athrob with
wars wild minsrelsy;
A galaxy Of sta-s new born flares round tho
And set against the Stars and Stri, es the
flashing Stars and Bars.
Twas Albert Sydney Johnston led tho col
Like Hector on the plains of Troy his pres
ence fred the fray;
And daEhing horse and cleaning sword
spake. out his royal will,
AS on the slopes Of Shiloh field the blasts Of
war blew shrill.
"Down with the base iuvadersI" the Gray
shout forth the cry,
death to presumptuous rebelsl" the Blue
sing out reply;
All day the conflict RACES and yet again all
day;
not stem nor stay.
They are royal race of men, these brothers
face to face,
Thsir fury speaking through their guns,
their frenzy in their pace;
The sweeping onset Of the Gray bears down
the sturdy Blue,
Though Sherman and his legions ara heroes
through and through.
Though Prentiss and his gallant men are
forcing scaur and crag,
They fall lice shenyss before the scythes of
Hardee and of Bragg.
All who shall tell the vict0r's tale when all
the strife is past;
When man and man in one great mould the
men who strive are castr
As when the Trojan hero came from that fair
city's gates,
With tossing name and flaming crest to
scorn the scOwling fates,
His legions gather round him and madly
chsrge and cheer,
And fiji tho besieging armies with wild dis
heveled fear.
Then bares his breast unto the dart the dar-
ing sportsman sends,
And dying hears his cheering foes, tho vail
ing of his frie ads;
So Albert Sydney Johnston, the chief of belt
Lay down to die at Shiloh and turned the
scales of war.
Now five and twenty years are Como, and 10,
today they come,
The Blue and Gray, in proud array, with
throbbiug fife and drum;
But not as rivals, not as foes, as brothers
To twine loves fragrant roses where the
thorns OF hate grew wild.
They toll the hero of three wars, the lion
Who wore his valor like a star-uncrowned
American;
Above bis heart serene and still the folded
Stars and Bars,
Above his head, like mother wings, the smell
tering Stripes and Stars.
Aye, Eve and twenty years, and 10, the man
hood Of the South
Has held its valOr staunch aud strong as at
With patient heart and silent tongue has
And in the conguosts born Of peace has
crowned its battle ron.
But ever while we sing of war, Of courage
tried and true,
OF heroes we'd to gallant deeds, or DO it Gray
or Blue,
The Albert Sydney Johnston's name shall
fash before our sight
Like some resplendent meteor across the
sombsr night.
America, thy sons are knit with sinews
wrought Of steel,
They viii not bend, they will not break, be-
meath the tyrant's heel;
But in the white hot fame Of love, to silken
eobwebs spun,
They whirl the engines Of the world, all
keeping time as one.
Today they stand abre sst and st ong, who
stood as foes of yore,
The world leaps up TO bless their feet, heaven
soatters blessings Ger;
Their robes are wrought Of cleaning gold,
their wings are freedoms own.
The tramping OF their conquering hosts
shakes pinnacle and throne.
o, veterans Of the Blue and Gray, who
fought on Shiloh field,
The purposes of God are true, His judgment
stands revealed;
The pages of war have rent the veil, and 10,
His high decree:
One heart, one hope, one destiny, one nag
from sea sea.
TOLEDO, o., April, 1887.